First of all, I am a doctor - kind of
In front of Reigen´s desk was sitting a man who was wearing an expensive suit and a watch. He was certainly wealthy. He had brought a beautiful young woman with him. That kind of model wouldn´t have been with old man like him without money.
Jackpot, Reigen thought.
´Krohom... So, what kind of problems do you have exactly?´
Sometimes he felt like he was a doctor.
Nob talked to him with kansai dialect:
´Well, this place is my last hope. To be honest, I didn't think I would step into place like this. But there´s nothing else left. You see, I´ve been feeling this last month like there´s something dark following me.´
Reigen glanced at Dimple. It said:
´I don´t sense anything unnatural. This guy´s a gaga.´
Splendid.
Mob was still at school so it was good that this case didn´t involved any spirits or demons or something else ugly.
´So, tell me some more´, Reigen asked like a professional and pretended that he was typing with computer.
´Oh, I haven´t seen anything odd but I feel like someone is constantly watching me. I hear distant voices. The threat is near, that´s how I feel. ´
Reigen was nodding. He was thinking that probably those noises were just caused by that woman who was counting her money. And this man was scared of death.
Reigen wanted to ask about prenuptial agreement but he contained himself.
´Last night the main door was open. My guards didn't see a soul. Security Camera was empty.´
Probably it was that woman´s lover, escaping.
Poor guy.
Well, not poor poor but unlucky.
Or not unlucky but not loved.
´Um, um´, Reigen was pondering and then he stood up, ´it sounds like I should visit your home. ´
And he would take Mob with him, just in case. At least, Mob would learn how cruel place this world was. Love was just a stupid dream.
´A visit will cost a little more than a consultation, though´, Reigen pointed out and looked at his client. Great, home visits brought more money and fame. Rich people attracted more rich clients.
´Makes sense´, old gaga said.
´Wait a minute!´
Reigen turned and looked at a woman who had been silent for now.
´Sora-san, darling, you can´t seriously believe this con artist?´ woman asked loudly and stood up too. Her dress was partially translucent and she had a huge bosom.
´This is bullshit´, she continued, ´I just checked his backgrounds. There´s memes and everything. He is a total fake!´
Reigen raised his eyebrows. This woman´s way of speaking was very different than his fiancé´s.
´A fraud? Me?´ Reigen snorted and walked closer to her, ´Miss, I certainly don´t do this job for money. I don´t want to take an advantage of people. I love this job!´
Woman´s expression was cold.
´Are you seriously saying that your homepage is made with love?´
´Indeed.´
´Prove it then´, woman said, ´show us that you really are one. A psychopath... No, a psychic.´
´There isn´t any unnatural creatures at the moment´, Reigen stated, ´at least they aren´t catty.´
He smiled.
´That´s convenient.´
´Dear, you reminded me´, old man talked suddenly, ´you´re in great danger too. I have hired guards but they´re ordinary men. I want to make sure you are safe. So, I need a spirit guard. Mister Arakata, would you follow my dear Fumi until you find the evil spirit? I´ll pay whatever it costs.´
Reigen spilled his tea.